And run Jan and Mary did, leaving Trouble on the stoop. The little boy at once began to eat some of the cookies left on the play-party table.
“There he is!” cried Mary, as she saw the dog lying down in the grass near his kennel, or house.
“And he’s eating something!” added Jan, for Rover was certainly gnawing something he held between his paws. “Oh, I hope it isn’t my doll!”
“Rover wouldn’t eat a sawdust doll when he could get a bone,” returned Mary.
And so it proved. As the little girls ran up Rover wagged his tail as if saying he was glad to see them, and he kept on gnawing. Then Mary cried:
“Oh, there’s your doll, Jan!”
“Where?”
“Over in the grass behind Rover.”
And there was the missing Flo, not in the least hurt, though there were some stains on her dress, made by the grass and the greasy ham bone.
“But we can play it’s Monday and have a wash day,” said Mary. “We’ll wash her clothes!”